Festival of the Fields

[Tigergiri 3073]

Festival of the Fields

 

 

A  farmers' tapisary after a long and fruitful season of bundling their winter merchandise, Circe  1810. 

 

 

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As the leaves begin to change, the nights grow longer, and the warm air cools through the darkest of nights. We reflect on our time and the very people that make sure we prosper. We cherish our farmers and all their hard work of harvesting and preparing their produce for the numerous chilly and barren moons ahead with this holiday. 

 

 

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Festivities/Time Table 

 

To start the numerous festivities, a giant cornucopia will be brought into the square.  Though it may look empty at the start, it is our hope that by the end, it will be overflowing with love and food that we give back to the growers and their families.  Though it is not required, we ask you to donate some food to fill it and look forward to all the hard work of the season.

 

Apple bobbing

In the booth, a small game will be ready to play- Apple bobbing! Green and red apples float in a large basin of water. Though the task may look simple, it can be pretty tricky! Test your agility by binding your hands and dipping down to catch a delicious apple between your teeth. If you get an apple, you have a decision! You can either eat it or trade it to the tavern keep for a free apple cider!

Spoiler

((ooc: Roll at a disadvantage of 10 and combine your two rolls to get the closest to 20. Unless if people give the apple to the bartender for a free apple cider.)) 

 

Pie contest

Who has the best pie in all the land? Is it the baker? Is it a nobleman? Is it an elf? surely the halflings? Or is it the soldiers? Put your pies in this booth. Our panel of judges will taste test each pie to find out who truly has the best pie in all the land! Bring your frosted, creme, or even fruit-based pies and let the taste and smell blow our judges' shoes off. 

 

Drinking Contest

An old favourite is returning to the front of the tavern with the help of the  Caterine Catering and the tavern.  Some of our best aged mead has been brought out by the barrel! But if we run out, we implore other vendors to add their alcohol to the mix. Test your cognisance and stomach against how much you can consume without passing out or throwing up. The grand prize winner will have their name engraved on the tavern wall, as well as a  glassing drinking boot.

Spoiler

((OOC: ROLLING 5-/roll 20s -the person with the lowest score wins. We ask that you emote after each attempt, and a 20 would be a throw-up or pass out in this case, resulting in an automatic disqualification.)

 

Axe throwing

Come by the Barracks  The rows of targets lining the wall, the sharpened hand axes-for once, not for chopping down trees. Test your strength and your eye-can you hit the center of the bullseye? For the winner, we are handing out limited edition forged weapons. 

 

Spoiler

((OOC))rolling out of 20, above 14 hits the target, 16 hits the second ring, 18 hits the middle ring, and 20 is the bullseye. Past winners will go into the finals You could also make little button targets out of acacia wood and use bows, lances, or tridents made of wool to see if you can hit them)

 

Crop contest

 One of our main events is for anyone who wishes to show and compete for the best crop, the largest pumpkin, the sweetest berries, the reddest apples, and the most golden & softest wheat. Test your gatherings against others with our showcase. Keeping gardeners on hand to help keep your produce in the best condition is a priority. Plop your crop down with a sign, and our lovely community will vote with specially made voting seeds on their favourites. 

 

Dancing

Satins and cotton ribbons hang from a wooden pole in the center of the city. The area is cleared out, so those who wish to dance and sing along with the fabrics may do so before and during the autumn feast. Twirling in gold and orange hues. Under this pole, we seek warmth and comfort. No dancing is wrong or disgraceful as long as you aren't trying to waltz!We ask any bard that wishes to come for some coin we would love you. Please send a bird to Lt. Bruce Summers or Her Highness Nikita Von Alstreim.

 

Ending Feast 

We’ll conclude this fantastic event with a feast. A plethora of food and wines are made by our vassals and home city. A small toast will be made by the event coordinators and farmers. With this spread, we ask everyone to be thankful and drink heartily! Warm food and friends shall warm our bellies and hearts for the cold seasons ahead. 

 

 

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Spoiler

 

(( CORDS -283 139 2141- November 6th, 6est pm)-)) 

 

IN GOD'S NAME

Lt. Bruce Summers, 

Acting Magistrate of San Luciano

 

Melisandra de la Baltas,

 Event Decorator

 

 Nikita Averilya of the House of Alstreim,

Ciambellana of Il Palazzo Aggrade

 

 

 

 

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[monkeypoacher 8055]

Aubergine de la Baltas grins in anticipation, watching goblin laborers unload a shipment of casks into the D'Glaze Tavern Storeroom.

[Lechian Lord 1027]

Bruce would happily read over the notice once more, a pleased look on his face.

[Ramon 5186]

Father Fiodor sat at home in prayer in preparation of the event.

[GoodGuyMatt 7113]

Ernst Barclay, a peasant and farmer at heart smiles widely as he looks at the set up event. "Herr Bruce does fine work, as do the rest" he says with a proud smile then, announcing around Freimark for all to clear their schedules and attend said event.

[Franczhiz 4438]

The little Joseph Clement de Sarkozy III of seven years old would just run around in the city of San Luciano on his own - Then tugging on the sleeve of his cousin Nikita Averilya, pointing to the section that said 'Drinking-Contest' "CAN I JOIN THIS?!"

[Tigergiri 3073]

4 hours ago, sashimichopped said:

The little Joseph Clement de Sarkozy III of seven years old would just run around in the city of San Luciano on his own - Then tugging on the sleeve of his cousin Nikita Averilya, pointing to the section that said 'Drinking-Contest' "CAN I JOIN THIS?!"

The Landgravine would look down at her little cousin quite confused until she saw what he was pointing at “oh sure little lion.” Intent on making sure he would only drink apple juice for the event. “The more the merrier!”